#being home these days feels like a freakshow

[rolandkaros]

holiday season sucks

[sarawritestories]

I Wanna Be Yours Chapter 1

Xaden Riorson X Lydia Aetos

Summary: Lydia Aetos Longs to be a Ballerina, her father has other plans, and has conscripted her to the rider's quadrant with her childhood friend Violet. Reuniting with her brother he only gives her two orders. Do not bring up wanting to dance and stay far away from Xaden Riorson. Both of his orders go ignored.

Content Warning: Violence.

A/N: Here is the first chapter I hope you all Enjoy! 🩰

Word Count: 4.9K

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Ashes. I’m watching my pointe shoes turn into ashes. I can’t help the tears that roll down my face. “Maybe now you will understand that no child of mine will be a performer in a traveling freakshow. My children are riders; they will serve their country with pride.” My Father’s voice grates against my skin as I watch the one thing I treasure most burn my dreams with it. “Come, Lydia, it’s almost time to go.” My legs refuse to move, as the pop of the wood makes me jump.

Hearing Colonel Aetos sigh grates my skin, he’s sending me to my death, with a first-born son like Dain, he didn’t need a second child. Correction he didn’t want one. Yet here I sit to his dismay. His feet move quickly as he places his hand in a vice-like grip around my arm; yanking me from the hearth, I writhe in his grasp as he pulls me away as I see what is left of the pink silk turn black. “That’s enough, Lydia.” He pins me against the wall, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to send a message, “You are going to cross that parapet, and join your brother, you are going to become a rider. Do you understand me?”

I school my face into something soft as if my life isn’t being turned upside down, swallowing the tears. “Yes, Colonel,” My voice doesn’t sound like my own, but my mother’s and my father realizes it too as his complexion pales slightly.

Regaining his composure, “Get dressed, back your rucksack and let’s go we are supposed to be in General Sorrengail’s office in 10 minutes.” I jerk out of his grasp and head to my room, trying to even out my breathing. As miserable as it sounds, I’m glad I will have Violet. The two of us have been inseparable for our entire lives. We are both being forced into the Rider’s quadrant today, at the hands of our parents. I tuck my hand under my mattress and pull out a piece of paper. I sit on the edge of my bed and re-read words I have memorized at this point.

My Dearest Lydia,

My little twinkle toes. I’m so sorry, I had to leave. The life your father leads can feel like a cage. I’m suffocating, little one. I cannot be controlled or maintained like a rabid beast. I’m sorry, I know what this means for you, what your father will make you do when you turn twenty. Just know that not a day goes by when I won’t feel guilty for putting you in that cage to take my place. Just know that I love you and if you get anything from this letter. Don’t stop dancing. Whatever you do, continue dancing through this life. Let dance be your escape from the cruelty Basgiath has to offer. I hope one day we will be reunited, and you will have found a way to break out of the chains that hold you in Navarre.

I love you more than you know,

Mom

Sighing, I pinch the bridge of my nose. Every time I read the letter of my heartaches; she knew that the father would force me into the Rider’s quadrant. Why couldn’t she take me with her? Couldn’t we both be free? Why couldn’t she have stayed just long enough for me to find a way for me to pursue my dream?  Anger bubbles up in my core, why was she so selfish to fucking leave me here, knowing that I would be sharing the same feelings she had.

Not wanting to keep The Colonel waiting I put on a black, long-sleeved shirt and tightly fitted leather pants from an old riders uniform my father found. I fold the note into a small square and tuck it into my boot, not wanting to risk him finding it. Grabbing my bag, I step out of my room that has been my home for seventeen years of my life and meet my father. As we begin to walk, I shut my eyes and I allow myself one more moment to mourn over the dream I will never be able to fulfill.

Violet and I stare up at the tower familiar with the trek we will have to make to reach the parapet, the first trial we will receive before ever becoming a cadet. Violet takes my hand, “At least we have each other.” 

I give her hand a comforting squeeze as we move up the line. “Name,” The lady calls out not bothering to look up from the parchment. Violet moves to talk to the older gentleman as I heave a sigh.

“Lydia Aetos.”

The woman blinks after scribbling down my name and looks up to meet my eyes and I notice the flinch she gives when she notices that they are two different colors. “Are you related to Colonel Aetos?”

I nod my head, “He is my father.” I see Violet is waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, “I turn and look at her. “Have a nice day,” I give her the best smile I can, which in turn might be a grimace as I move to meet my friend.

She is conversing with a taller girl, with dark skin and her hair had been pulled back in small rows of braids. Her brown eyes glimmered with excitement as I came closer. The woman paused and tilted her head at me. “Hello,” I give a small wave, shifting under the weight of her gaze.

“Your eyes.” She begins and my mind starts filling in the gaps with words my father has used in the past.

Ugly.

Disgusting.

Defective.

“Beautiful.” The word shakes me out of my spiral of negativity.

“I’m sorry?” I blinked.

“You��re eyes, they’re beautiful. I have read that some are born with two different colored eyes, but to see the beauty of it in person.” She holds out her hand, “Rhiannon Matthias.”

“Lydia Aetos.” Taking her hand and shaking it a genuine smile creeping up on my face.

“Yeah, yeah, and I’m General Melgren, now move. We don’t have all day.” A man’s voice quips behind us. I turn to find piercing blue eyes and a full head of blond hair; he is wearing a scowl that contorts his face into something heinous.  He gives me a playful wink, that makes my stomach churn, “Let’s go, Princess.”

Not bothering to give him a response, I turned back to my friend and new acquaintance. The three of us begin our ascent up the stairs. The smaller man in front of us- Dylan- keeps babbling about how excited he is to be in the Rider’s quadrant. As he and Rhinannon discuss their dreams and goals, I let my mind wander.

Twirling across the stage, each pirouette clean and precise just as Seraphina has taught me. My tulle skirts billowing around me like a shield. I don’t need to remember the next move, the music seeps into my bones and as if in response my body knows what to do next. I grin as the warmth of all the mage lights, illuminating the stage, kisses my skin. Twirling into a solid form, Large tan hands grip my waist as my partner steps in time with the beat.

We move as one as he spins hoisting me up in the air. I am certain my toes are pointed, and my arms are sharp in an elegant pose. I feel myself being lowered and looked at my partners face, familiar hazel eyes and a toothy grin in plain view, twirling me once more to the crescendo of the music and when my twirls end, He dips me low, my one leg stretched out in between his, the other bent my foot tucked behind my knee cap. His forehead presses mind as my arms move around his neck in time with the end notes of the music.  My eyes close as the smell of Cinnamon, Vanilla waft my nose, as the thunderous applause ruptures through the theater. Lips press against mine and I can’t help the giggle that erupts from my throat.

“Lydia.” His warm voice calls for me.

“Lydia. Lydia.”

“Lydia!” Violet shouts giving me a shove, pulling me out of my thoughts. I look to see that Rhiannon and Dylan are giving me looks of concern. I pressed my hand to my cheek to find them wet with tears. Shit. Violet’s eyes held worry and an undertone of understanding. “You were thinking about him again, weren’t you?” She whispers low enough only I can hear, as our hike up the concrete steps was nearing a close as the daylight was beginning to peak through.

“Yeah. I guess I’m missing everyone a little more today.” It’s a severe understatement that I’m making but Violet has her own things to worry about, no need to add more to her plate.

Violet, Dain, and I grew up together, she is basically my sister in all forms of the word. We have been inseparable, even more so when Brennan died and Dain left last year for the Rider’s quadrant, me, and her against the world we always teased. I never felt that more now, she gripped my hand in hers and gives me a squeeze as if she is thinking the same thing. “Thank you for always being there when I need, you Vi.”

Violet snorted, causing Rhinannon to turn and smirk, I look down at her feet briefly and notice the woman has one of Violet’s shoes and Violet in turn has one of her slippers on her feet. When did they do that? Violet’s voice causes me to face her, “You sound like you’re going to die today.”

“I am pretty sure that was the plan.” I murmur as Dylan and Rhiannon reach the top of the stairs. “He wants me dead, Vi.”

“Too bad. You and I. We are not going to die today, Lydia.” Violet was the first to reach the open expanse of the turret. The breath of fresh air is welcome to the stench of sweat and body odor. The warmth of the sun kisses my skin, a large gust of wind whipping my hair across my face. Violet seeing this her eyes widen. “I almost forgot. In my bag there is a little gift from Mira.” I quickly open her bag and pull out a package with my name on it and a little note.

Hey Kid,

A little gift from your favorite sibling. Don’t roll your eyes, you know it’s true!

Just something that can keep that crazy mane of yours up and to remind everyone not to mess with you.

Mira

Unwrapping package to reveal two long gold hair pins, little gold dragons at one end the pointed end sharp as knives. “I love your sister; did you know that?”

Violet laughs as I shut her bag and quickly put my hair in a tight bun. “You and me both.” There is a pause as we make our way closer to beginning. “I’m looking forward to seeing Dain.”

I roll my eyes, about to retort when a man’s voice, “You ready for the next one, Riorson.”

I pause my movements, my hands still in my hair, looking at the broad chest in front of me my eyes trail up and I am met with a set jaw and alluring onyx eyes, and in the light little gold flecks shine through. I roll my shoulders and drop my hands from my hair. His eyes graze my body and back up to my eyes and shiver down my spine. “Aetos, Sorrengail, you two, okay?” Pulling away from the man’s magnetic gaze, I meet Rhiannon’s stare. I dip my chin in silent confirmation.

“Sorrengail and Aetos?” The low rumble of Xaden Riorson voice pulls my attention back to him. This man is the definition of beauty, his sharp jawline, high cheekbones, even with the scar cutting across his brow that drags down to the top of his cheek bone. His tan skin gleams with perspiration from the midday sun no doubt, and I catch a glimpse a tattoo on the side of his neck that disappears with the neckline of his shirt. The clearing of his throat makes me meet his eyes once more. There is a knowing smirk on his face, and he quirks an eyebrow, “Like what you see, Sweetheart?”

I remain silent and avert his stare. “You’re Fen Riorson’s son.” Violet’s voice sounds from behind me.

“You’re General Sorrengail’s Daughter.” He retorts, “Your mother had my father executed.”

I can feel Violet’s anger bubbling behind me. “Your father killed my brother I think that makes us even.”

Xaden snorts, “Hardly.” That perks my head up, to find his eyes were already on me. He tilts his head his eyes assessing me, like I’m a prize mare, “And you. I wasn’t aware that Dain Aetos had a little sister. He never talks about you.”

I bite my lip the only indication I give that his words bother me, “I can’t say. I’m surprised.”

Xaden takes a step forward and try to focus on the floor once more, “Why’s that, Kitten?” A finger hooks under my chin forcing me to meet his gaze and my heart rate quickens, out of fear or sheer arousal, I’m not sure.

One thing I do know: This man is dangerous.  Yet I fall for his beautifully set trap and answer honestly, knowing I should not give him any of my weaknesses, “No one likes talking about the disappointment in the family.” For extra measure I take a step back, away from his touch and he lets me, dropping his hand.

“Hurry it up. Some of us are becoming riders today.” The ass hole from before speaks, his words grating my skin. A distant scream comes from the death trap in front of me. When looking over to the parapet I no longer see Dylan and my heart sinks. Rhiannon is still moving, and Violet begins to walk across dark storm clouds rolling in followed by a rumble of thunder. Fucking. Wonderful.

Xaden chuckles and I meet his stare, “Good luck, Kitten.” He gestures for me to the entry point of the parapet.

I glare at him, flaring my nostrils, “My name is Lydia.”

He smirks, “I think my name suits you better.”

I don’t know how the dagger got in my hand but the minute I throw it, the steel passing about 3 people before it hits its mark. The dagger sinks into the crack of the concrete a half an inch from the jack ass who has been making smart ass comments all morning’s shoes. Looking back at those gold flecked onyx eyes I give him a wink, “I think you’ll find, it doesn’t.”

The guy next Xaden laughed, “Looks like the kitten has claws. I hope you make it, Aetos,” He nods his head and I begin to walk. The drop of rain pelts my skin the moment I take my first step. When I take the next few steps, the sky opens as rain cascades down. I can hear Seraphina’s instructions in my ears.

Arms out, straighten that back. Get into second position.

I straighten my posture and extend my arms out, placing my feet outwardly giving myself the optimal balance and proceed to move. I focus on Violet’s pack in front of me as I keep moving. I imagine myself on stage, the music once again whisking me away. The low rumble of drums meets the contrasting sounds of the piccolo and various string instruments to create a melody that makes my movements lighter. I trust in my training, my balance, the music that for years kept me rooted. The music drowns out the sound of the rain colliding against the brick. My mind transforms the stage into a whimsical forest, and I am balancing on a fallen tree trunk to reach for my lover on the other side. His smile warm as the lights pressing against my skin. I’m not in old leather, I’m in a white gown with billowing layers that makes it easier to move in when I dance.

I twirl my feet finding purchase on the log once I complete the spin with flawless precision. A smile emerges on my face as I gear up for my flip the finishing move, I need to do before reaching the halfway point to him. I run and leap, my legs flipping over my head with the elegance of a gazelle. Landing with a pointed toe and my arms reaching for the sky my balance slips slightly but not enough to keep me from moving toward my goal. To keep me from returning to his arms. I allow myself a glance at his eyes and his face contorts into something unrecognizable, evil.

“I’m coming to get you, Twinkle Toes.” The voice is not his and I blink as the music abruptly stops and the reality, I am in comes crashing forward. The cool kiss of rain rakes a chill down my body. The voice came from behind me. I turn to find the blonde from earlier coming at me with full speed. The person that was behind me in line is blocking him from me and still is a good distance aways. That does not deter the Blonde-haired menace, as he grips the arm of the girl and throws her off. My eyes widen and my instincts overtake my body and I sprint. I focus ahead of me and try to think of music that would be appropriate for this. Something fast paced with horns and fast-paced drums, trying to keep my mind on anything besides the absolute menace behind me.

I can hear his footsteps thudding over the pattering of the rain and I quicken my base trusting in the traction of my boots. I can see the end and Violet reaching it. The is gaining on me and I have enough distance that I pause, briefly and take the risk I prep for my jump and slip. Regaining my balance and looking back to see he is still far enough for me to recover. I get in position once more and take a deep breath.

I will not die today.

I sprint into a run once more and when I have enough distance I take my leap, my feet pointed, my back arched in perfect form even Seraphina wouldn’t have anything to say. When I land the ground is slick and I lose my footing. Fortunately, Violet is there to hold me still. “Lydia! We made it!”

I nod and turn to the cadet with bright red hair, she smirks, “Name.”

“Lydia Aetos.”

“Welcome to the Rider’s Quadrant, Lydia. That was one hell of a performance.”

I walk further down the steps and notice that Violet winces, “Let’s get you taken care of.” I loop her arm in mine before we are both grip in a bone crushing hug.

“We did it!” Rhiannon beams and she looks at me, “You definitely made a name for yourself, what you did on the parapet was amazing.”

“What did I do?”

Violet blinks, “You’re kidding.” Before Violet could elaborate.

“Name.”

“Jack Barlow.” His eyes meet mine and there is a snarl on his face. The look promises one thing. Trouble. Thankfully he stalks in the other direction

“Lydia.” Only one man’s voice makes me groan knowing a lecture is brewing, I turn and see Dain standing there his mouth formed in a tight line, his eyes shift over to the silver haired woman next to me and his face shifts into shock, “Violet?”

Violet smiles, “Hi Dain,” Dain looked to his left then to his right before he grips both Violet’s and mine’s wrist and drags us away from Rhiannon.

“Dain,” I hiss, “She’s hurt take it easy.”

As if on cue Violet begins to dry heave. “Shit.” Dain mutters as he takes her to a bench hidden in an alcove where no one could see. “What the hell are you doing here, Violet?” As he tucks her head between her knees.

“General Sorrengail, refuses to have a scribe in her family. Like someone else we know.”

“Scribe is a respectable job. Dancing is not.” Dain deadpans and I clench my fist. A hand touches my shoulder causing me to jump.  “What the hell were you thinking, Lydia? Dancing on the parapet like that?”

I blink, and clear my throat, “I didn’t realize that is what I did. I was trying to put myself in my happy place. To keep me from over thinking about what I was doing. My instincts went into overdrive.”

“What you did was showboat and it’s going to cause me problems.” He scowls at me, and I get a good look at him at him, he’s grown a beard since I last saw him. But he still has our father’s brown eyes, and his hair cut short and his curls sitting atop his head. “What?”

“I can’t look at my older brother. I’m fine by the way, thanks for asking.” He rolls his eyes and presses me into a hug.

“Sorry.” He murmurs in my hair as he notices the new pins, “Let me guess.”

“Mira.” Violet, Dain and I say at the same time.

Dain smiles, “They suit you.” His small drops, “You must promise to never do what you did again. There are only two rules that I need you to follow, I expect you to follow them. No talking about dance, or dancing and stay away from Xaden Riorson.”

“Noted.” I rolled my eyes, “Glad to see somethings never change.” Dain sighs and moves back to Violet.

I felt a hand gripped my shoulder causing me to jump, “It’s just me.” Rhi’s voice calms me as she gives my shoulder a comforting squeeze, “I wanted to swap shoes back.”

Dain looks between Violet’s shoes and glares at Violet. “Make it snappy.” He glares at Rhiannon, “Who are you?”

Rhiannon looks between me and Violet, “I am their friend.” She slips off Violet’s boot and sighs in reprieve as Violet removes the slipper from her foot and grabs her boot, which Dain helped her put it on.

“I am a squad leader.” He looks over to me and Rhi. “You two go tell the red head recording names that you three are going to be in my squad. I’m going to help Violet and will be right back.” I nod my head and turn on my heal.

“Is that your brother?” Rhi asks.

“Yup.”

“He is something.”

“Tell me about it.” I sigh

We have been placed in our squads. I’m grateful that Violet and I ended up together and not in Xaden’s Wing. Not a fan of the fact that he is one of my superiors. His eyes meet mine and he smirks, those eyes look at me like a predator watching his prey. He whispers to our wingleader and then. “Second Wing Flame Section, you will be moving to Fourth Wing.” My stomach sinks, avoiding the stare of my new wingleader.

“Cadets, move.” Dain commands his jaw sets the only indication that he is upset. We move to where our new wing is standing as the one that is now apart of Second Wing move to where we were just standing.                 

Once everyone settles Xaden begins to speak. I try to zone him out as best as I can, exhaustion is beginning to take over my body. The adrenaline from crossing over the parapet but his voice rings out, “You all feel pretty bad ass don’t you,” Cheers erupt around me and Xaden nods, “Feeling invincible?” I do not feel that way. “You think you’re worthy of a dragon.” More cheers erupted and Xaden crossed his arms. The sound of thunder erupts.

No. Not thunder.

Wings.                                                                                                                                                

As if on Xaden’s cue a horde dragons’ approach, the noise begins to build as a regal blue dagger tail lands on the edge of the wall as if it’s a perch for them. Her claws dig into the brick, pieces crumbling down under her weight. I notice the cadets around me are frozen in fear. A few were shaking and their pants had dark spots that trailed down their legs. Terror racks through my body but I focus on my breathing.

Thump, Thump

The blood curdling scream of another cadet rattles me as a young man from the first wing runs heading back toward the parapet. The dragons all shift as a few more cadets scatter. I blink and feel hands around my waist tugging me down before the dragons unfurl their tongues and fire erupts from all different angles. The hands around me tug me close to the lean chest and I place my own hands around the mystery person’s, their fingers lacing theirs through mine I squeeze my eyes shut as anguish screams fill my ears and will certainly give me nightmares. The fire ceases and the smell of burnt flesh is left in its wake. The figure behind me moves and helps me up. I turn around hoping I would see Dain’s face behind me.

Thump, Thump

Instead, I am met with warm brown eyes and a goofy grin. A man with tan skin, a curly mop of brown hair and handsome face looks back at me, “You, okay?”

I nod my hand, “Thank you…” I lead of.

He holds out his hand, “Ridoc Gamlyn.”

I took his hand, “Lydia Aetos.”

Before Ridoc can comment on my name Dain turns, “Quiet both of you.” Ridoc Mimics him and causes me to giggle as Xaden continues his speech.

“Anyone still feel invincible now?” He questions his brow quirking as his eyes loom over the entire Quadrant, locking onto mine.

Thump, Thump.

My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. His eyes pin me to the floor incapable of moving. Out of the corner of my eye I see the blue dagger tail moving her head back and forth.  It’s the gasp of the crowd that pulls me from Xaden’s gaze.

Thump, Thump.

 The blues dragon takes a step down and my squad parts to make room for her. Her yellow eyes are looking directly at me as she takes another step forward. Dain’s face paled as he watches on, but its movement to my left that catches my attention. Xaden moves from where he is standing, his face is unreadable. It’s the quaking step of the dragon in front of me and my heart rate quickens as her yellow eyes take me in.

Thump, Thump, Thump

Despite the paralyzing fear, that I may very well die in the next few seconds I take in the creature before me. Her large horns curve on the top of her head. Her scales up close shimmer with various hues of blue and hints of black near the base of her scales, which makes her eyes stand out. Her nostrils flair, it feels like a challenge, as if she is begging for me to turn and run.

Thump, Thump, Thump.

I will not die today. I take a glance at where Dain is and spot Violet right beside him, terror on her face. She knows dragons better than I do, though I know enough, she knows my rate of survival is potentially slim here. I close my eyes and try to keep my breathing even. My heart erupting in my ears.

Thump, Thump, Thump.

I get down on my knees, my hands remaining at my sides. “What the fuck is she doing?” Jack Barlow’s voice carries over the silence that has fell amongst the court. No one else says a word as I bend forward lowering myself until my forehead touches the cool brick, the small grooves pressed against my skin. I close my eyes and I mentally recite different dance positions in my head trying to ease the fear.

Thump, Thump, Thump.

My breathing begins to even out when I feel the warm steam pressing against my neck. I take the risk and lift my head; the dragon nods her head. Is she giving me the okay to rise? Another dip of her head, and I slowly rise to my feet. As I do I meet her gaze once more, it’s just her and I, the world around us since forgotten. The dragon does something to my surprise, she cranes her neck where the tip of her snout touches the floor. She is bowing to me. The message is clear, a sign of mutual respect.

Thump, Thump.

She raises her head but keeps it low as she cranes her neck out for me. I cannot even see her eyes as she comes near and presses her snout to my chest. The chatter amongst the crowd is indistinguishable. I press my hand to her snout, her scales feel like leather under my touch, a smile forms on my cheeks, fear suddenly turning into elation. “Hello, Beautiful.” My voice was unable to reach above a whisper. She huffs in response and moves back to where she was perched before.

Adrenaline must be widdling from my body fast because I grip Ridoc’s shoulder tightly as my world tilts.

Thump, Thump.

I just survived my first encounter with a dragon.

Chapter 2

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[blondeaxolotl]

Finally found the time to draw my re-vamp of Pluto... I had this planned for a while but I didn't do anything until now!!! so here he is! The guy!!!

Since I probably won't talk about Pluto that often, I'm deciding to just drop his re-vamp here and his lore that I made for him in this post!!

Personality wise: Pluto is a human who was formed into a "Hell-hound", unlike "Canon Pluto", Pluto here has more of the personality of a human instead of a dog in a mans body. He resembles a dog yes, but he talks, walks, behaves like a person, and prefers to be treated as one, otherwise it makes him feel de-humanised if he's being shoo'd away like some house-pet (which is what Sebastian often does, they don't like eachother that much). Pluto seems to have a close bond with Finny and Snake, considering them truly family first before he starts viewing the others as such as well (Not Sebastian). He does not recall his human life, he doesn't even remember his own name. The reason why he's referred to as "Pluto" is because it's what Angela called him when she was in charge of him, and the name stuck within the phantomfam, but he did eventually gain the nickname "Plu-Plu" by Finny, which Pluto seems to not mind, but he prefers if it's only used by either Finny or Snake (or his snakes). Besides his obvious close bond with Finny and Snake, he's slowly starting to show more trust with the others, Like Ciel, Mey-Rin and Tanaka. He doesn't like Baldroy that much but he doesn't hate him (they'll eventually bond when Baldroy starts to cook better food). Though he seems to hate Sebastian and refuses to be near him or listen to him (unless Ciel tells him to), poor fella is uncomfortable around him.

BACKSTORY/LORE (Warning for Human experiment, demon sacrifice, implied animal abuse, physical abuse and torture) Please read with caution if any of this things might discomfort or trigger you

I'm going to keep things short and simple I won't go into deep detail or such, it's just a summary of what "Pluto" went through from beginning to end and how he got to where he is now, also sorry if the writing is shit this is my first time writing anything like this so my bad.

On a bright sunny day, a 17 year old boy, Maxwell, and his pet dog were both kidnapped and taken away while alone working on their family farm while his parents were away for the week. Max and his dog were taken away by a group of men and taken to a mad doctor who wanted to create the first ever "half-beast half-man" and sell it off to a freakshow for alot of money, pretending to have "found" the beast instead of "creating" it. Unfortunately, the boy and his dog were not the first. While being dragged away to their new long-time home, Max noticed cages upon cages of "people" with animal parts attached to them (from the looks of it, it seemed like a few of them were already lifeless and decaying). With now knowing what's going to become of him, Max and his dog were thrown in an empty cage together, a cage which will be known as his long-time home and thus 2 long years of torture began. The torture of him and his dog becoming one.

After many forced injections, body parts being taken apart and stitched together, Max slowly grew weaker and weaker as more as he went through, not only did his body grow weaker, but so did his mind. Who was he? Who were his parents? Where did he come from? Why was he wearing a dog collar? Answers who he did not know for, at least not anymore. The doctor, who was getting more and more irritated realizing the only thing keeping his creation alive right now was his weak breathing, has grown sick and tired of all these failed experiments. The doctor had one last option to make his half-beast man become fully alive and functional, one last chance of becoming the rich man he wished to be.

Max being yanked by his collar and forced to walk on his hind legs (which was already painful enough to stand) was dragged down to a lower, darker part of the building(?) he was in, his vision was blurry and his ears were muffled but upon entering a room, he could see the figure of who believed to be the doctor standing above something and surrounded- what Max believed to be a weird circle.

After being thrown into the circle, he struggled to stand up and fell down to the ground, rubbing his eyes trying to handle this brain-spliting headache while the doctor rambles off non-sense, for a second he felt like he heard something being impaled but wasn't sure. Barely a second past and suddenly the whole room felt like it was spinning, weird black goop and furniture started circling around him and the doctor as if there was a hurricane accruing right this moment.

Max finally looked up and saw a strange tall lanky figure leaning over the doctor (at least what he thought was a figure), his vision was still blurry but he knew he felt unsafe the moment that thing appeared in the room. Not even trying to comprehend what the two of them were talking or even trying to figure out what that thing was or where it came from, he tried his best to regain his strength and attempt to crawl away to safety- Which didn't last long as he felt a sharp pain within his chest suddenly, as if a hand went through him and started crushing his soul. Whatever that thing was, he knew the doctor told it to do it (since he heard loud cheer coming from that freak)- He felt like he was being killed and reincarnated at the same time.

Moments later, Max found himself running out of the building he was once kept in for what felt like an eternity. Blood was dripping down from his mouth but he no longer felt pain every stepped he took, his vision and earing have improved as well, as if all that pain he went through never happened.

He did not know what that thing was, (he did not recall what he did or what happened after the experience with the figure and the doctor, but he knew he did something- did he hurt someone?) but it seemed to have helped him more than it helped the doctor, whatever it was, he did NOT want to encounter it again nor something similar to it. Despite feeling physically better, his mental state still remained fragile, he still couldn't remember anything nor how he even got here. Who was he again?

Months after finally fleeing his personal hell, walking for days and hours as far away as he could. He eventually found himself in a forest, and finally decided this was a good place to rest for a bit, he was far away from his abusers, but also isolated enough to where no one could find him and take him away again. At least, that's what he thought.

A minute has past with his eyes closed, only to quickly open them up again after feeling something hover over him, a strange woman in white was standing over him. “Oh dear, what are you” she muttered.

He didn’t know if she meant it with disgust, but she seemed surprised nonetheless. They both stared at each other for a short period of time, before the lady look away for a moment and then looked back, as if an idea clicked in her head.

“You’re a strange looking demon hound” A demon hound? Is that who he is? What's a demon hound? “But you seem to be lost and scared, come now, as an Angel, it’s my duty to help those in need, even if one is a demon”

He had no idea who this woman was, but the moment she spilled out that she was an angel he immediately jumped back onto his feet, an angel? Did she come to help him? Did she come to fix him? If only she would’ve come sooner but he would rather not complain “What’s your name?” she asked but all he could do is stare, what was his name again? Did he even have one? After receiving moments of silence, he felt a tug on his collar “Pluto” The angel said

“Nice to meet you Pluto, we’re going to be friends for a while now” Pluto? That felt familiar, but he didn’t know why.. But it was his name now, and it’s what he will be referred to from now on according to the angel. With his tail wagging and his spirit high now, Pluto finally found someone he can trust, I mean, it’s an angel after all, and angels are always there to help, so of course he's going to trust her, she did say she is going to help him.

Without hesitation, Pluto began following the angel after she gestured to him, leading him to a village. Believing that this village might be his journey to fixing himself, though unfortunately, he does not realise that the angel tricked him into becoming the monster of this villager, leading to long months of now being treated like monster that deserves to be hunted down by the towns people, and only bringing hatred towards the villages own dogs because of him being a "hound dog". That is, until help finally arrives.

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Okay yeah I yapped a little too much my bad I got carried away, but basically long story short, Ciel and Sebastian get there, they found out it’s not some evil spirit and it’s pluto instead (Sebastian beats the fuck out of him) and later on Angela hands Pluto over to them to “train him better” or whatever. Which Ciel agrees to and next thing you know Pluto ends up becoming a trio with Finny and Snake because he feels the closest to them and believes they’re the only ones who relate to him the most with the experience he went though and yeah. This took longer than I expected and it's now 3am lmaooo, as a bonus for reading my edgy story have a doodle:

[marchsfreakshow]

It's A Sin [Jimmy Darling]

Angst. Maybe a good ending.

Dandy stole you. That's what Jimmy thinks anyway. You wanted to take a break, and you left the Freakshow for a while. In that time, Dandy wooed you. You didn't come back. Even if you did, Dandy wouldn't let you.

I'm so sorry for this, I just thought of it and thought it would be good to get back into writing for Jimmy<3

No one's perspective

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Weeks passed.

Months.

You hadn't come back.

"leave it, Jimmy. Seriously...they would've come back by now." Eve mentioned. But he couldn't. He couldn't just live his life without you to help him and live by his side. Fucking Dandy.

Jimmy sat by the ticket booth, day after day. Not eating, drinking, not even looking back once. Still with a glint of hope in his eyes that you would come back. Back into his arms, and into the Freakshow where you belonged. He held the picture of you in his hands, always. Standing with Elsa and Ma Petite, performing together, smiling the night away. But Dandy just couldn't help himself.

He couldn't stop himself from wooing you with the possibility of a warm meal and a fluffy bed every single night. Being with a man who won't be charmed by other women and was 'normal'. You defended Jimmy at first, saying how he was as normal as you or I. But the baby wasn't having it. He stomped around screaming nothing until he picked you up and threw you in the car. "You're mine now." He seethed. You spat and tugged at the car door. Locked. A shit-eating grin appeared on his face when you realised you couldn't get out.

The drive was silent and awkward. You muttered insults. Dandy ignored. But when you got to the manor, you ran. You ran as far as you could. Away from Dandy.

That's what Jimmy hoped anyway. He hoped you were running. Back towards your home. In reality, you were swooned ever so slightly. You were Dandy's now. Sleeping in a plush, big bed every night with a warm breakfast in bed in the morning. You could live like this forever. Everything you ever wanted, right at your fingertips. Where was your Jimmy in your mind? The last thought in your mind when you fall asleep at night. How he could also be happy like this, but he refuses.

Every single thing about you was missed. It was starting to feel wrong. To love you and miss you so much. Heartache, heartbroken, lost. Desperately waiting and searching for you every morning. Waking up every morning wishing you were still asleep in his arms, missing the way you kissed him so gently, and how Motherly you were with Pepper and Salty. Pepper cried when she realised you were gone. One of the kindest souls, abandoned her, more heartbreak. Jimmy felt guilty for you. He couldn't look them in the eyes anymore. The man spent hours staring at your photos, missing your pretty laugh more day after day.

"I miss them so badly..."

"I know Jimmy. I know. But there's no point sittin' and mopin' around in front of the tent all day. Come eat."

"go away Ma.."

He couldn't bear to look his mother in the eyes. He was betraying everyone, but he wanted nothing more than to see you running towards him on the road, jumping into his safe, protective arms once again, and being back home. She sighed, and just turned away, walking back into the Freakshow tent.

Time passed.

A cold October night.

No one around here, no one there.

Breaths, and slowing down footsteps. A lit-up sign in front of their eyes. 1am. No one behind them, to the right, left or in front of. No car following them quietly. Opening the curtains, they walked in. Radio silence. It felt like they had to walk on air. Everything was the way it was when they left. When they walked out of the door, and out of the freaks' lives. You heard your beloved nickname. "Schön..?" Elsa asked quietly, standing in shock. Whether it was happy or angry shock you didn't know until she rushed to you, a grip around your tired body pulling you up. "Mein gott.. schieße.." German mutters and swears.

"I never shoulda left Elsa. Darl', I'm so sorry.." you whispered into her shoulder, knowing to hold in your tears. Both of you spoke for what felt like hours, and now you were standing by the stage, waiting for Elsa to signal you.

"seriously Elsa? This has to happen now?" You missed his voice. You felt like putty already, but you silently coughed and stood up straight.

"Yes! It cannot wait any longer." Jimmy tiredly chuckled. Oh, how you could be a puddle right now, entranced by him just like you were when you were first introduced to him. Lights cut, you stepped onto the stage with shaky legs and hands, facing the wall. The sudden awareness of lights made. You take a deep, incredibly shaky breath. Jimmy recognised you instantly. He stood up, anger, confusion, and love filling his brain. And in a second, you spun on your heel. Eyes meeting eyes. Seeing the sadness in Jimmy's look made you want to fade into the wall and never address him ever again. He muttered your name as the urge to fall to your knees grew.

"Jimmy.." you muttered back, half smiling. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." You were almost cut off as Jimmy jumped to meet you on the stage, holding your hands tightly.

"Why? Why Dandy? Of all fuckin' people?"

"Because I was selfish." You looked away at the ground, feeling too guilty to ever look in his eyes again. "I was fucking selfish and lacked judgement. This is home." A hug was the last thing you expected as a response, but Jimmy held you tight, what you had craved for the last two months. He sobbed into your shoulder, and everything hit you like a freight truck. Hearing the one you loved to cry, realising how badly you fucked up. It made you burst, gripping the loose fabric on his back.

"Jimmy Darling, darling, I never shoulda left you. I'm sorry for being an asshole."

"My pretty sweetheart.." he muttered, holding your face, both your eyes and his, glassy. And a kiss. One like never before. Desperate hands around his neck, your back, weak knees, small giggles and smiles. Being held by the one who gave you the world despite everything. This felt right.

"I'm so glad Elsa woke me up." He chuckled, resting his forehead on yours.

"I'm glad I came back."

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Tagging: @taintandviolent @babygorewhore @slvt4jamesmarch

[sketch-guardian]

RAD classmates with an S/O who secretly grew up in a lab sounds so fun to me, like the random lore drop they could possibly do, like “oh yeah, they used to inject me all the time!” When one of them complains about having to get a shot.

This ask is heavily inspired by a Gacha lab series I watched everyday when I was like 7 and sobbed when the creator quit 😞

I don't know which series you are referring to exactly🤔having never watched Gacha stuff in general🙈however I'll do my best💜✨also I assumed you meant all OCs, so I hope that's okay🤞🏻sometimes it's better to specify RAD classmates+New exchange students to make sure I'll definitely understand😥(moreover I apologize for not replying to the ask immediately, but I'm trying to draw the New exchange students' true celestial forms and it's a nightmare😭):

"RAD CLASSMATES+NEW EXCHANGE STUDENTS WITH A MC WHO SECRETLY GREW UP IN A LAB"

DEMYA

Although Demya spent part of her childhood in a circus as a freakshow attraction, having nevertheless suffered mistreatment such as being chained up, forced to wear muzzles, restraints and skipping meals, the context in which she lived as a young demon for a few months wouldn't be too different from MC's one, besides some obvious differences. Demya would for once be worryingly quiet, asking MC, if they feel up to it, to confess the details of the laboratory where they were raised and experimented on, listening intently to the horrible things MC was subjected to. Demya would then hug MC tightly, rocking them from side to side and promising that as their mate, she would never let anything like that happen to MC again. When Demya was freed, the first thing she did was going on a rampage, maiming all the circus workers, the ringmaster in particular, leaving no survivors, so she would ask MC if the scientists or the laboratory were still there, because if so, Demya would accompany them to destroy everything, having the right to take revenge

DOMNRA/MOBIM

MC's story would remind Domnra of when he freed Demya from her cage, a stranger at the time, leaving her to sow chaos immediately afterwards, even if it would be different circumstances than MC's. Domnra wouldn't be surprised at learning something that awful actually happened, considering that human beings can be just as cruel as demons and would tell MC that if they wanted to share their past, he, as their partner, would stay at their side to listen. If MC still had scars from the experiments on their body, Domnra would trace their outline with a caring and cautious touch, letting then MC return the gesture, with caresses on the scars on his chest and the one on his now blind eye, wounds suffered during the Celestial War. Mobim, being a little curse and therefore not being born conventionally, would not know how a human being should be raised, however the idea of ​​so many injections would make it nervous and sensing MC's trauma, even if hidden behind humor, Mobim would try to stay next to them as much as possible, in order to comfort and distract them

AZUL

Again, such story would remind Azul of Demya's tormented past, especially the first days in which he welcomed her into his home, the signs of beatings, bruises and other contusions were evident, it was clear that the demon hadn't been treated well, therefore at first Azul was very condescending and not intrusive, leaving Demya her space. Due to old habits, Azul would likely replicate the same behavior with MC, basically he would first observe them in search of scars, while pretending of doing nothing suspicious and then only as some time passed Azul would begin to ask more questions about MC's past in the lab, also curious to know if they had developed some skill or what exactly the scientists were aiming for. Obviously Azul's blood would boil at the thought of MC having such childhood, clear by his color change from light blue to red, however MC would be able to calm him down, especially since they seem to use humor to deflect trauma, a method Azul would be familiar with, as well as using cuddles. Azul would ask if the lab was still standing, just to make sure no one would come looking for MC anymore, even if he doubts they would get to Devildom

ZURI

MC's story would vaguely remind Zuri's about Demya's issue, about which she was among the last to find out, as Domnra and Azul had done their own thing at the time, without even consulting her on whether or not it was a good idea to welcome into their house a potentially cannibal demon, luckily in the end things went better than expected. Zuri would be slightly surprised and even a little disconcerted by the fact that MC would be able to joke about their situation, but she would then reflect that it's probably their way of dealing with trauma and managing the negative feelings inherent to it. Zuri would tactfully ask MC to tell her about their past in the lab and would stroke their hand in the process, squeezing it every now and then to be reassuring. The fact that someone could carry out experiments on a child would disgust Zuri, who would do some research on the laboratory and make sure that every scientist member was either dead or in any case unwilling to repeat such actions, however they wouldn't escape a punishment for the crimes commited against her beloved, after all just killing them would be too merciful

ODON

And to think that Odon thought they were cruel as a young demon, when a mere gaze was enough to end a lot of innocent lives, at least with Odon deaths were mostly quick, they didn't spend their time torturing others despite being an eldritch horror, as some human scientists apparently did instead on MC in a laboratory. Odon, always with a smile, even if fainter, would allow MC to confide in them and they would ask if the experiments had any repercussions on their physical or mental health, thinking of possible ways to remedy that, probably within the limits of their reality bending magic. Odon wouldn't be worried about some scientist looking for MC if they were still alive, because no one would be able to get close enough and stay alive to do so, thanks to their eye-like creatures. Some habits die hard, especially for Odon's familiars, decidedly more aggressive than them, despite being less dangerous

REMIEL

Remiel lived her childhood practically in isolation, for various safety reasons, in the company only of her mother Azrael and occasionally her father Death when he managed to visit, therefore the angel of death wouldn't be sure about what can be defined as growing up normally, however from MC's stories, Remiel would deduce that a child shouldn't undergo experiments, it would be amoral and against balance, a sin in short, not approved by any angel. Remiel, accostumed to listening to souls' stories and comforting them before they say their final goodbye, would be used to dealing with heavy topics, so MC would feel free to confide in the angel of death without fear of judgement, along some soft embraces with wings used as fluffy blankets to cover themselves in a feathery cocoon. Remiel, believing in redemption if genuine, would give the scientists a second chance if they were still alive and repentant, however if they lied, which she would notice, then the Archangel of Hope would have no glimmer of forgiveness to spare and would await their inevitable end, in order to restore balance

NATHANIEL

Nathaniel, as probably Remiel and Uriel as well, wouldn't know what a laboratory or syringes consist of, having nothing similar in the Celestial Realm, however he would be perceptive enough to understand from MC's tone that they aren't good, especially if associated with MC's growth path. Nathaniel would be disappointed by the way some members of humanity act to further progress and would gently scoff, shaking his head and thinking how lucky he's to have MC by his side, despite everything they've been through. Nathaniel would help MC open up about their time in the lab and whether the scientists were still alive or not, he would still leave MC with a blessing from him as a form of protection, accompanied by a soft kiss on their forehead for emphasis. If possible, Nathaniel would try to keep MC away from places that would remind them of the trauma they suffered or in any case to stay near as a figure to cling to or hide behind

URIEL

Uriel would need MC to explain to her in detail about their childhood in the laboratory and how human children normally grow up, to be certain of how to distinguish between normality and abomination, since she had never been that interested in the matter, after all Uriel spent her youth fighting and training and for some humans that might be abnormal, but for her it was routine, as a warrior angel. After MC's explanation, Uriel would be reasonably contradicted, indeed mad that such human behavior wasn't only allowed, but also probably went unpunished, which would be unacceptable for Uriel, who if MC didn't stop her and the scientists were still alive, would immediately remedy the situation, to prevent similar sins from happening again. If MC had scars, Uriel would grit her teeth, but at the time she would tell MC that those are proof that they survived and that they should be proud. With Uriel as a guardian at their side, MC would have nothing to fear anymore

[toomuchracket]

Sorry not to be a freakshow but i would kill to dom flatemate matty 😁✌️ i want to ride him until he cries byeee

ANON!!!! YES!!!! WHY THE FUCK HAVE I NEVER WRITTEN THAT JESUS CHRIST I AM A FOOL!!!!

i actually live for any iteration of matty being like "babe you are so clearly frustrated please use me to make yourself feel better" and what with you doing a law degree i think flatmate!matty is constantly offering this (once you guys are dating obv) as a bit of stress relief. and usually, you're satiated after a few orgasms from sitting on that pretty face of his (because come ON there's no way matty's stopping after just one), but i think there's one day where maybe you've been totally out of your depth and ripped to shreds in a mock trial and you're literally crying with total anger when you get home. and initially matty's like "babe! what's wrong?" and cuddly and sweet with you, and then he realises that you're just so frustrated with it all that he's like "c'mon, let's go to the bedroom and you can work it all out". and yeah sure you ride his face as usual and it helps, but you're still a bit on edge, so you're like "need to ride you i need to cum again but i need to be in control" and matty's like "yeah fuck sure do whatever babe". i think you wouldn't let him touch you at all while he's inside you, like you just need to get off almost by yourself (which matty gets but it's KILLING him), and you'd be fairly rough with it, riding him quickly just to try and feel as good as possible. but what makes matty cry is when you stop bouncing, just sink down on his cock fully and don't move at all other than rubbing your clit and clenching around him, just desperate to make yourself cum - he's so close, whining for you to move again and let him cum, and you're getting close but not quite there so you're like "no i need you to be good and hold it for me, just for a little bit, until i'm close". and he's trying so so hard to stop himself from cumming that he honestly starts to cry; still, though, you just keep working your clit, getting closer and closer to orgasm, rocking your hips as you reach your climax, moaning to tell matty you're there and that he can cum too. matty's breathlessly thanking you as you both cum, probably whimpering a bit during the aftershocks of his orgasm - you lean down to thank him and wipe his tears and apologise for making him wait for it. and he just looks up at you all fucked out and beautiful and says "it's alright, sweetheart, i liked it - just wanna make you feel good", and you're like "you did, baby, you did. perfect boy", and matty just smiles sweetly at you before he helps you get all cleaned up and cuddles you some more <3

[hezuart]

A handful of songs for Mono and Seven, but let's let Six have some glory and discuss a song for her:

Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day.

This song might fit multiple LN characters, but I think it fits Six the most.

You said that Six is a lone wolf, so the song's constant theme of being alone suits her. The 'what's f*cked up' bit could reference her being repulsed of screwed up things like her finding out that kids are being cooked and served as food in the Maw (cannibalism), and she has to choose picking between the sausage she knows is made of human flesh or a Nome (just a critter as far as she knows and that she may have hugged up to 12 of before).

And the line from the song that's made for her is 'My shadow's the only one that walks beside me', because of Shadow Six.

Ah, a Six playlist!

Yes, Boulevard of Broken Dreams... the lyrics fit well. Great choice! ~~~

Ruins (Ella Isaacson) - Voices in the head, trapped in a madhouse, burning betrayal, the ending is an escape... walking away from the ruins.

Blood // Water (grandson) - Sacrifices, corrupt systems, the price of greed, poisoned.

Without Me (Halsey) - Supporting someone you feel left you behind. In a way, that person moving on to bigger more powerful things because of what you did for them... even if the context for this is wrong.

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea (XYLO) - Circling tides like time, drowning, needing saving; the choice between the chaos of the land or the chaos of the sea and being stuck amidst both of them.

Run Boy Run (Woodkid) - Also befitting of Mono and Seven... Fleeing from a world not meant for you. People trying to catch you. One day you'll grow up, but for now you are young and must flee when you are powerless.

Living in the Shadows (Matthew Perryman Jones) - Confused on who the enemy is. Shadows. Feeling like something was taken from you. Seeing a truth others can't. No longer hiding from one's dark side.

Falling Inside the Black (Skillet) - Dreaming of the way things used to be. Having a connection with someone. That someone leaving you in some way. Begging to not be alone. Falling into darkness.

Youth (Daughter) - Those who still breathe are lucky, because you breathe through corruption. Shadows settle in after someone left. Chasing the future. One day revealing the truth that could threaten your life. Apathy. Old memories recollected. Destruction caused by someone important, a shocking revelation. A silhouette, a shadow of yourself than you were before. Bitter feelings. Perhaps still missing the one who your feelings have soured for.

Vandalize (ONE OK ROCK) - Safety, rebuilding... caught off guard, broken heart, betrayal, marked by those you once knew.

Goodbye (Ramsey) - Memories of bloodshed; smoke up ahead. No longer recognizing one's home... wondering where your childhood friend disappeared to. Deciding its time to say goodbye to it all.

Fault Line (The Rigs) - Standing up to a world as a hero, only to flee and hide when the world bites back. Crushed dreams, caught in the wreckage, unable to tell friend from foe. Caught in the crossfire of the war inside one's soul. Searching for that someone... no matter what side they are on.

Living Hell (Bella Poarch) - Don't let people close. Threaten to make one's life a living Hell. Won't change. Always been cruel.

Two Birds (Regina Spektor) - Two friends. One rambunctious and free. The other promises they too will be like this... but lies.

Carousel (Melanie Martinez) - Round and round like a time loop. No turning back. Running through playland hand in hand. Freakshows together. Disappearing act.

Tag, You're it (Melanie Martinez) - Playing tag. Rough housing. Getting kidnapped.

Milk and Cookies (Melanie Martinez) - Lunacy, craziness. Singing a lullaby where you die at the end. Cookies baked sweet and poisoned for you. Never want to see you again. Ashes burning down.

Playground (Bea Miller) - Playground of nightmares and fantasies. Welcome to the lost and found. Prices to pay, sinking into the wasteland.

Mountains (Message to Bears) - (Also works for Mono and Seven) Running away into the night, always could have. Maybe never could have.

Gasoline (Halsey) - Been insane, been in pain. Wasting a pretty face. This isn't a dream. Part of the machine. Not human. Living on a screen. A face made up. Lighting matches. Pointing fingers. Voices in your head. Heart of gold, but hands are cold.

Season of the Witch (Donovan) - Things to see. Strange faces, strange places. Witches and stitches. Surreal and paranormal.

DARKSIDE (Neoni) - No heroes or villains. Shadows in your head. Phantoms. Monsters and demons. Darksides. Embracing madness. Living in nightmares.

Dolls (Bella Poarch) - Cute, polite doll. Deranged and backstabbing beneath. Knife under the sheets. Bitter and Sweet. Provoked and then attacked. Walking all over those who went after you.

INFERNO (Sub Urban, Bella Poarch) - Sweet but villainous. Run away. Be afraid as she loses her head.

Evil Spider (BENEE) - Tangled together. Never letting go. Won't bite unless you hurt me or struggle. Fangs out. Run and hide.

[oogaboogaspookyman]

:)

[DESPITE EVERYTHING, IT'S STILL YOU]

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[1]

There's a black wall in my home and

I don't know what it's doing here but

There's this feeling of excruciating dread and

I'm scared to know what's on the other side

[2]

LITTLE ONE, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT'S COMING

LITTLE ONE, YOU LIVE IN BLISS

Whatever you are, you don't belong here

(CHILD, NAIVE)

I know you're not real but i feel like i'm wrong

(INNOCENT)

[3]

CAN YOU SEE? THE NOOSE AROUND OUR NECK?

CAN YOU SEE THE CLOCK TICKING AWAY?

What are you talking about?

Leave me be, i'd rather not deal with you

(I'M CHOKING)

[4]

LITTLE ONE, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND YOUR ROLE YET

YOU ARE THE PICTURE OF THE INNOCENCE I HAVE LOST LONG AGO

Whoever you are, can't you leave me alone?

Don't shove thoughts in my head, none of them belong here

[5]

There's something in my home and

I'm too scared to deal with this alone

Where's my mom? I could really use some help but

She's not home right now so

What do i do now?

I don't want this thing to grab me by the arm

(CHILDHOOD)

CHILD

[6]

CHILD YOU DO NOT YET UNDERSTAND, OUR NECK IS CRUSHED IN THE GRIP OF THE NOOSE THAT WE MADE

(Leave me be, my head is not made for this, you're hurting me and i don't want you touching my skin)

WHO ARE YOU TO RUN AWAY FROM YOURSELF, WHEN YOU HAVE EVERYTHING THAT I CAN'T GET AGAIN

(Get away from me, don't grab me by the arm, i don't want to be hurt just let me be happy on my own)

[7]

You're not real to me, but that doesn't take away from the traumatic expirience

YOU KNOW OUR NAME, WE ARE BOTH ONE IN THE SAME ENTITY DESPITE OUR FACES

(NO YOU'RE NOT)

[8]

Let go of me, creep, you don't belong here in my home unlike me, black creature in my wall

(WE'RE BOTH THE SAME BEING)

Mom will return soon and i don't want her to see me assaulted this way by something like you

(YOU DESERVE NO INNOCENCE, YOU HAVE IT ALL AND I DON'T)

[9]

WE'RE NOT THE SAME THING, WE'RE NOT

(WE'RE BOTH THE SAME THING, WE ARE)

JUST LEAVE ME BE

(LOOK AT YOUR FACE)

[10]

God, what happened to us both?! How did i get to your point in ten years forward in time?!

(THIS IS YOUR FUTURE, OH SWEET CHILDHOOD, YOU WILL SUFFER MY SAME FATE EVERY DAY FROM THEN ON)

I don't want to believe this, i don't want to end up like you and yet you exist

(YOU BETTER BELIEVE IN STORIES OF ME, FOR YOU WILL NOT BE SAFE FROM ME)

[11]

I don't want this to be me, please

(YOU ARE NOT SAFE FROM ME)

I don't want this freakshow to be ME, PLEASE

(I WILL TAKE YOU–)

I WILL TAKE YOU, CHILDHOOD

[12]

I don't want that to be me in 10 years, please

I don't want to turn into that thing, please...

Rest in peace

INNOCENCE

2007 - 2024

[for-male-readers]

nightwing x reader

the reader in this one is gender neutral for the most part, but since this is a male reader/oc blog that’s who it’s targeted to. thanks for reading! this is my second post for the week lol so see you next week with another oneshot or maybe another series installment who knows 

its short i know leave me ALONE 

    Meeting Grayson was one of the worst days of your life. Work sucked and it seemed the entire city was against you. Being in your line of work, it wasn't irregular to feel like that, but today was just one of those days. To finish off the night, some freakshow in an alleyway decided you looked ripe for a mugging and slammed you into a brick wall, head bouncing against it, hard. He held a dull blade to your neck and asked for your belongings. You sighed, trying to keep a sob down. You felt someone land at the end of the alleyway and start to say something, but you managed to slap the knife out of his hands and kick one of his knees in. You snapped your eyes to the end where the second stranger was standing, now frozen in the middle of his sentence, and decided he wasn't an active threat, so you spun on your heels and started walking back home.

   "Hey!" you heard before the same landing noise came from two feet in front of you. He was shorter than you but was wearing the most ridiculous suit ever. It was blue and black and his mask didn't help make him look any more serious.    "Don't 'hey' me, what the hell are you wearing?" you couldn't stop yourself before the sentence came out. He looked stunned like nobody had ever called his fashion sense into question before. "Whatever you want, you aren't getting it dressed like that."    "Ouch," he smiled, and even though he really looked stupid, it was so pretty. "I just wanted to make sure you were all right. You hit your head pretty hard back there." He shifted his weight like he was nervous but his face said otherwise; he was smirking.    "I'll be fine, I can take care of myself."    "I don't doubt that; I saw what you did back there." You stared right at him, unimpressed. He said it like that was the pinnacle of self-defense you could produce. "Not everybody can do that."    "Listen, dude, I've had the day of my fucking life, if you wanna get in my way too, be my guest. I need to feed my dog," you shoved past him, "Get lost."    You still felt his eyes on you as you walked away. That was on the corner of 37th and second ave, almost a year ago.    Unfortunately, that wasn't the first time you had to fight your way out of an interaction having to do with Grayson; a month later you woke up to TwoFace absolutely suplexing a bucket of ice water on your face.    "What the fuck?!" Great question, really, but it wasn't like you were in the capacity to ask a better one.    "Don't worry, no harm will come to you, so long as I get my NightWing, as promised!"    "You fucking slut, this is a fucking Armani dress shirt!" You kept moving the ropes tying your hands together to slip out of them. "Do you know how fucking much this cost me? I'll fucking kill you." You realized he didn't think to tie your feet down. Not that it would prevent the inevitable, but it would have slowed you down. You got your hands on his gun and threw it across the room, (for some reason, he was alone in this warehouse) and you simply knocked his ass out.    Grayson got there a few minutes later, to find you, hands covered in blood, and outside of the warehouse after managing to break the locks on the chains keeping the doors closed.    "Took you fuckin' long enough," you mumbled, again shoving past him. You waved at the other two heroes accompanying him, Red Hood and Starfire, you think. You had to peel the dress shirt off you before the walk home, though, because if you spent another second wearing it in the Gotham air, you were sure to catch some sort of cold.    "I can fly you home if you would let me," the alien said, obviously with kind intentions, but you refused.    "No, thank you, I have to do some thinking anyways, a walk would do me some good." Red Hood stopped you with a hand on your bare chest.    "One of us is gonna walk you home, dude." He didn't provide more details, so you walked past him to find where the hell you were to find your apartment. He silently followed you the whole way to your door. You thanked him later with a brand new rifle to the manor. He punched you in the face the next time he saw you. (Apparently, there's a no-guns rule for Batman and you got him in trouble).    Luckily, the manor accepted flowers and fruit baskets, so you could apologize for the thank-you gift. Batman got to know you through the two of his kids, Jason and Dick.    "Y'know," Dick said, leaning further back into you if that was even possible. "You could always come here with us." There'd been a series of break-ins that resulted in murders in your exact apartment building. You handled it, of course, but he didn't know that. He didn't need to know.    "And lose my firearm privileges? No, thank you." while you could definitely handle a threat without a gun, there was a sense of security in having one. Bruce might disapprove of it all he wants, but he can't make you get rid of them, no matter how much his son has sex with you.    "I'm sure Master Bruce would disapprove of your firearm possession, but he doesn't have to know either," Alfred whispered to the two of you. "I've my own, he doesn't know about it." You swore you could see a smirk grace his lips as he said it, but it vanished almost immediately. You and Dick shared a look, 'never cross Alfred'.    You did end up moving into the manor, shortly after a meeting with Bruce about weapons in which he allowed one gun at all times on his property, and you agreed. It's not like you needed any more to do some damage.    The only problem came when you and Grayson showed any form of PDA, even if just a tap-kiss, all his siblings would shout in protest, gagging in mock disgust, sometimes even throwing something at the two of you. Which, of course, only resulted in Grayson yanking you closer and deepening the kiss or whatever. Not that you were complaining, of course. You'd kiss him stupid if he let you, and he often did.

[gutspiller]

let the light in - you gotta run, run, run like your head's on fire

read it on ao3 here

The hotel looks like some sick freakshow’s fantasy.

It is below posh, in your humble opinion, with odd eye motifs all about– and this tacky wallpaper! Really, now? This is really Hell..

You cough into your sleeve, catching the girl’s attention. She looks much too excited for you to just be needing a mirror, but is constant in her pursuits. “Where are the restrooms, dear?” Her obliviousness sends you into a passive aggressive fit, your canines grinding in resentment. Noticing her blabbermouth start to speak again, you cut her off before she has the chance.

“Ah, what is ya’ name, Miss?..” She pipes up with a squeak, giggling nervously. “Oh! You can call me Charlie!” The.. Er, Charlie sends you a strained smile, holding up two thumbs-ups in your direction.

That’s an irritating show of progress, albeit annoying at the very least. Miss little Charlie stills in silence while you stare, expectant for an answer. “O–Over here, um..?” She’s also noticed her own lack of knowledge regarding you, twiddling her fingers and showing the way with open arms.

You flick out your nails, gazing over every discolored patch embellishing the sharp edges. “Irrelevant, but thank you for taking notice of your foolish ignorance.” The words line your lips like venom, leaving Charlie looking like a kicked puppy. After that show of clear uninterest in your character, there’s nothing you feel you have to sympathize with her about.

He would’ve taken your hand and led you away.

He wouldn’t have taken that.

Your heels tap on the tile as you shift your sorry focus to the dirty mirror, gazing into your own hollowed-out eyes. You look positively frigid, your eyes a solid pearly white– grey, dull skin– and a particularly unsettling set of extra teeth like a shark’s.

Violet veins pop out of your neck like knotted spools of thread, and it makes you almost want to wring the blood out of your own face; see how lifeless you can really get. Really, it makes you sick to see. Is this what you truly were at your core?

Were you stuck an ugly widow? A hag, one the folk told stories about ruminating in her dusty house?

Only you would’ve known.

The house wasn’t dirty, no, not even after it wasn’t a home any longer. You spent hours needling in every crevice to appease your husband even after death, his demeaning attitude spending you days of fixing up the house, just in case that dusty shelf was the reason he was gone.

You can’t cash in any favors now, though, you’d thought as you looked in the mirror at your mangled form. Maybe the gods weren’t omnipotent, clearly not seeing your fruitless efforts in life pay off in death.

That was surely the reason for your mutilated body, no?

It couldn’t have been the flower, so ripe with its berries long gone– infecting your insides with a cruel, but succulent bite. At the very least, it could explain the radiant shade of your hair– but not at all the grey roots sprawling in.

It was for an hour you stayed in that restroom. By the time you came out, there was a madame sprawled out on the couch like a man– fluff poking out of her hot pink collar. As soon as the door clicked on its hinges, the woman swiveled around to meet your eyes, smirking and throwing her head back.

“Hey, lookie here, see this is somethin’ you’d see in the biz!” Heat rushes to your face, and though you want to crawl back into your sanctuary of mirrors, you don’t. What if he saw you now, hiding in the face of adversity. Which.. doesn’t often come in the form of a hooker and a bluenose eyeing you with red suits.

God, does everyone wear a red suit? It’s starting to wear you out, being so used to the occasional one from your darling husband– Paired with other tones to even the unsightly color out.

Not that you look particularly sightly at the moment, though seeing two red suits in a day is sure to be worse, yes?

The memory is still sore on your mind though, as you find yourself turning your head away to face a cherry-decorated wall. Picture frames fill the space, crowding your mind with different, more pleasant thoughts. Or, at least something to fill the space in between.

You’re sure in Hell that man is a force to be reckoned with. Acclaimed a great deal of power, at the very least. His ways of getting that power, exactly.. It wouldn’t be wrong to say you’ve seen his methods. Very benevolent with his words, but not so much with how much blood is spilt.

Benevolent with your heart.

[jvrecknagel]

4:13 Dream

Dear Jophiel.

It is 4:13 on a cold day of December.

It is 4:13 dream, like the title of my favorite The Cure album. It is as sweet and emotional as our dream. We are now my favorite song and you have leaked in my life like music, behind every breath there are notes of my memories with you.

There are different chapters in our history each one trapped in a different melody.

Underneath the stars Next to the ocean, whispering in my ear, covering me in a soft wind, breathing through every word. And everything could have fallen out there in the world, nothing was more important than your smile in the dark and your hand in mine.

The only one Oh, I love, I love, I love what you do to my head, and oh I love, I love, I love what you do to my heart. I love how you show up all of the blue, and trust me your love, and make my blood bubble between my lungs. With you is like a dream. Oh I love I love I love how you told me you love me for the first time, quietly, between impossible laughs and smiles, like a secret you wanted to keep from yourself, yet so real that you couldn't handle and jumped directly from your chest to the universe.

The reasons why You vanished into thin air, blowed by an impossible to grab breeze that passes so fast that cuts my skin like paper. You go radio silent and I feel my heart trying hard to tune your frequency your soul in this unpredictable space where my only option is to oblige.

Freakshow My soul is craving yours, dancing around my heart, burning my chest into a battlefield where one wants to reconnect and the other half is looking forward moving on and leaving everything in the past.

Siren song Just, tell me you love me before it's too late. A year and more has passed, are we still here? Yes, we are… I don't know why, it's like a siren song that never stopped spreading through the ocean, the ocean that has us apart, the same ocean that brang us together the first time. The ocean who calls me to your side, cold, blue, infinite… Si eres el mar, llévame en tu ola.

The real snow White You've got what I want, you also have my heart in your hands, you have the cold I'm dying for in summer and then the warm I'm praying for in autumn.

Hungry ghost There is a shadow in the room, there is a growing fear in your wounds, there is an scar in the back part of your head, ripping off mine, there is a necessity to leave, to stop the train, to jump from a roof and send my back to the first point, there is a hungry ghost haunting you and me and us and everything we could be. She took my heart and chewed into small pieces I had to spread all over Cusco.

Switch You're here. But no. Friends that are strangers and strangers that are friends. I resign to the idea that maybe in another life, in another time, in another country us is us and not just at dream. But not in this one.

The perfect boy Today is your birthday and I'm feeling high, you're the one I need. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you're more beautiful than how I remember you, you're pure and soft. You're charismatic, you float and make me float. Just this is real, the rest is just a dream.

This. Here. And now. WITH YOU It's Berlin, it's autumn, it's Halloween, and it's you, you slip your words between the sleep calling you profusely, the feeling you had before, my mouth looking for yours, being high on party and fun. As it should always be. It's here and now with you, and we kiss and we open a door that was never closed. You give me your hand and I give you my heart. The great adventure arises in the horizon. This is the real butterfly effect. One by one, cell by cell, we become one, your body ends in mine. There isn't yesterday, Saturday, or Friday, there is only here and now with you.

Yesterday… In the black hole that is your room. That small space in this universe who covered our secrets, kept our breath, saw us becoming one for the first time, gave a home to our dreams, and gave us so much joy… I said yes to you. To us. To a brilliant future. I want to say yes everyday again and again and again as much as it makes us happy, nourished and excited. I want to choose you until the day I die. I want to sleep when I'm dead because now… Now… I'm not dreaming, I'm living in my dream while being awake.

All the love. always yours. Your fiancee, V.

[zoekrystall]

I will never not be at least a bit baffled how I never got into mcr. A friend can happily try to change that but I tried to for them but just. Could not get into it. By all means I should or child me should have but I guess it never aligned for me. Like yeah I like the black parade who doesn't but that's that.

Thought brought to you by listening to three days grace again and thinking abt all bands/artists I listened to in childhood bc life sucked.

I listened to three days grace a fuck ton I listened to human and one-x prob the most but also life starts now lots.

Also hollywood undead but only selected songs (medicine the most prob, next to kill everyone, and dead bite. less I don't wanna die, and save me)

Skillet but I don't really anymore at least the new stuff. I listened to all of rise a lot. freakshow, madness in me, and circus for a psycho, rise the most tho prob. album awake too, monster is such a known song. i think? i listened to the album comatose also a lot. mix of wanting to die while being lovesick ig.

Fall out boy too but more selective. the phoenix, my songs know what you did in the dark, this ain't a scene it's an arms race, twin skeletons (hotel in nyc)

Grounbreaking a fuck ton the album we are monsters came out when I got snatched from home and put somewhere that only caused more trauma for the first time and I could forever talk abt him I listen to everything since then.

Set it off too but not too many dif songs back then. midnight had such a tight grip on me and i still find the whole album such a banger but that came out in 2019.

Oh fuck almost forgot linkin park (i still think abt those dumb "link in park" edits w tloz link in a park help). who doesn't know at least in the end. listened to a few songs by them too. in the end is still such a banger.

idk does icon for hire count I think. I still follow them i listened to a lot of their stuff at night esp the albums scripted and you can't kill us.

I think those are all in this category that I have kind of a connection to artist wise and didn't just listen to a couple of songs. all others aren't such artists bc i also coped w love songs a fuck ton (and my lifeline who I thought abt when I did remains the same and prob will until i die) or other stuff

ofc i was and still am a marina girlie but that isn't in this category. electra heart fav album there prob.

others that either a i only listened to a few songs but the band/artist doesn't really mean anything to me or b the artist means smth to me but i don't think it's in the same category as the above ones. still only ones for coping (you could argue all music is but like. ones that got prioritized at night either bc comfy or ones that made me get to cry bc fuck was that hard to do thx to circumstances. only had some weekends at actual own home for that privacy). obv not every single song just if ik the band is/was popular or at least that song or if i liked it significantly enough back then.

Veridia. I listened to at the end of the world, pretty lies (nightcore ty for introducing), and crazy in a good way the most. but also disconnected and cheshire smile.

Some stuff from alec benjamin mostly as nightcore. paper crown, mind is a prison, must have been the wind (the most prob, hold wait what how 2020 that feels older, tech dismissed but whatev), outrunning karma, water fountain, i built a friend

Freaks from timmy trumpet and savage is a classic and I still freq listen to it it is such a banger ngl

Be somebody and the end is where we begin by thousand foot krutch. both well known and still rly good.

Someone finally buy me lost ember bc the song all that you are is extremely comforting since years

Simeon curtis's whole R△ album. Still listen to him often. also a fair amount of super 8-bit heart.

you're going down by sick puppies. don't got much to say i just know its popular and i listened to it a fair amount.

all the king's men by the rigs. have not listened to it in ages but it is rly pretty.

hey alice by rachel rose mitchell. still rly love this song sang it a lot and i do listen to the new stuff toom underrated artist imo.

idk why but spotify threw good for you from that dear evan hansen musical in my face years ago and it rly got me so. here. i love musical songs ngl and i mean. it is rly good. idk how the musical is idc.

OH MY GOD I FORGOT PAPA ROACH to be fair that is in the middle I mainly just cared abt some songs. like. getting away with murder and last resort.

panic at the disco prob belongs at the top but idc anymore I wrote too much. fuck urie i only care abt the past stuff and if i say i love it does it only apply to the good times. too weird to live too young to die and death of a bachelor my beloved. i listened to sm on death of a bachelor and still do.

landslide by oh wonder. oh my god. i found it through the wander over yonder fandom ages ago iirc. it is. so so so pretty and still makes me almost immediately cry. such a nice song and was much needed.

to keep the v v pretty. where butterflies never die by broken iris is rly pretty. i however inflicted emotional damage on myself mostly with a new hope which I still canNOT fully listen to ages later without an emotional reaction.

ofc i also know wonderwall by oasis but i don't think it ever hit me as much as it did for others

king and lionheart n also mountain sound by of monsters and men. still rly love mountain sound.

just. a lot by nickelback. i still like the songs or at least some of it. the ones i listened to the most back then were holding on to heaven, don't ever let it end, if everyone cared, just to get high, if today was your last day (i think one of the first ones i heard, thx to a sonic x amv out of all possibilities sjsk)

boy like me by new medicine made me embarrassingly sad. i just remember making a bath so hot my skin gets red turning my love playlist on w these songs and zoning out weekly.

omg right lots of songs by madame macabre. mostly god syndrome, the pianist, cybernetic entities, balloon animals iirc.

also like just lots of others as nightcore or vocaloid songs I'm forgetting. like echo for example.

i listened a lot too dreams of an absolution too from sonic 06. still one of my favs idk if i used it for neg or pos.

maps by kurt hugo schneider n others the i think? cover? is so pretty i listened and sang it a lot in the night. still one of my favs.

imagine dragons w their old bangers monster, i bet my life, etc. ofc too. hate how they're nowadays.

only one by illenium was such a comfort song god. v pretty. can't listen to it while doing stuff. idk if it is more directed towards my back then bff or my other lifeline.

oh right halsey. i listend to gasoline so damn much. also to castle and control occasionally.

i was also obsessed with i miss the misery by halestorm

omg right. you're so creepy by ghost town. i still kinda like it it is so edgy. lil me was way more obsessed.

don't you dare forget the sun n keep myself alive by get scared. i still rly like them.

one for the money by escape the fate

Appalachian wine by eleventyseven is still rly pretty

Until we die by daïtshi

dance with the devil by breaking benjamin

this is gonna hurt by sixx:a.m.

and way way more if I would've moved the cut off year up but I wanted to focus early years not when I was v close to being an adult

to end this my all time comfort song I often cried myself to sleep with forever ago is fallen angel from panty and stocking. dreams dreams (adult vers not the kids thx) from nights journey of dreams was also a rly big one. in the name of love but only alexander stewart's cover was also rly comforting in the night and still is. only know a nightcore of it.

[scentedchildnacho]

They were talking at lunch about mt Soledad meal and it's size so i admitted their serial killers their Helter skelters and they have been putting my name on mass murder lists like aids for years and that was the newest attempt at killing the poverty problem off its disgusting to get away with theft and so they start looking like a whole district to asylum

Anyway I was watching Tubi about happy marriages because Milwaukee police are very conservative that way I may look into date ing but I shouldn't practice or emulate it....its not an enjoyed hospitality compared to conservative values of respect hard work and decent benefits

Ive went on dates before and I didn't feel disrespected but I didn't feel loved and companioned and it's just boring compared to modernity and bloombury Virginia woolfe love is truly the greatest thing in society and everything ever achieved is about truly loving someone

People who finally hear an ambulance as a sign of hope and conflict ending is about someone who truly loved their family

Anyway....this couple on this happy marriage show explained they emigrated from Africa because the conflict was so bad they were dispersed from one another and their home communities.....and they explained the flights over head arent just drone sound bombs their going into rural areas and dropping explosions and the people here are doing the best they can having been forced up against the coast.....

But he just explained wanting to be around her mannerisms and disposition and she was just so greater then getting upset about conflict and just very detached and indifferent so rebel girls promised me I would be given this African ability so I'm glad my western consciousness was disrupted by that otherwise I would have hyper emotional expectations all the time ...

I saw him again and he explained the nurse wanted him to get his blood pressure medications.....so i said I never view anything as medical anymore though I am a crazy person....i believe in prayer and personal angels that kill those men for being gross dudes it's man and it can only be a gross car tel dude

My skin condition deteriorated here but God finally got rid of the city to my skin so that's healing.....and I get from the creepy dude bomb rush here these horrible depressive adrenaline anxiety panic rushes till i sink into depressive nothing do not be naive truly those gross disgusting weirdos like the flower hat guy and bald skin head freakshows do not be naive those things appear to just be a beater and truth is they envy anyone who has a soul and steal it because truthfully things that weird may not have anything but the worst here

But it's okay it's just a call to creationism....something very despiritualized infects the hare Krishna till I wonder if the indigenous children there need simple taking care of

That's me about the people's from India......their always in the migrant virtual media cage just very corporate something

I don't like how the states zones cities to where the Indians live if it's the Indians always already desolate and for militaristic expertise

Anyway I said leaving me with a cart to survive is so antiquated of women's rights that can't possibly happen this day in age and I really want to emigrate the way the African marriage did there was conflict so they were like I may have housing education and a decent life and just came here and did that so I need to take that attitude and go somewhere that will give that to me instead of a creepy rape hick nasty dude world

Then the outside security kept 🔒 ing a porta people couldn't piss in a urinal and someone could have gotten out of the storm and they kept locking it on people in need so God came with storm and smashed up their tent rain protection

They kept trying to force us into portas with urinals in them....so God kept smashing up their tent if Satan wins easy body organs

That's me about God as an existent their nasty worthless people that blame abstractions not themselves till it's look He is the storm God and that's all powerful instead of reefer

Did reefer make the hovering guards go away or did God....Storm God did

He said he would want to live in Europe....I said the Europeans are so far ahead as far as social engineering everything there uses less land or square acres to accomplish something simple but you walk in and never feel crowded or oppressed with too little space

You walk in and it's like spacious and accommodating

Their so far ahead about appropriating Asian ideas about rapid population growth

Well western culture isn't doesn't inherently conserve so more can be given to communal purpose like going out and celebrating

I wouldn't want to be a European union citizen though something about it is very difficult like she has to survive a gun shot wound before she could emigrate to London

Europe is very very very expensive that way you have to truly sacrifice everything to be truly welcome there that's Europe about being a nice place to live it's like a heaven

I thought about going to south America......but all of this will all start fleeing south

And the point is so nasty butt fuck druggy freak creep finally has to be apart of a meritocracy to be in people's lives and having to stay around here will just be more butt fuck homos always trying to to escape their own punishment by killing feminine kind

So I' think I will have to emigrate extremely or nasty fuck show will try to forcibly go to everything is coed smoke ville

[absolute-weirdo-inc]

Freakshow Au part 1

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Apocalypse!Tale

Sans ran daily but today he was tired, a feeling he rarely felt. But with amalgamations around every corner he couldn’t be tired. He had to have energy, he was one of the last monsters that hadn’t been consumed by the ever growing abomination of science his stupid “friend” created. Her fate was deserved yet he still morned. The other however. They were assholes. Their end wasn’t morned. If anything, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed their screams for help. The monster that feared him for his abilities and locked him away met an inevitable end. With out his help holding of the amalgams more than three quarters of their population had died out. Either consumed by the creatures or of starvation. Sometimes it was suicide did the job. Or maybe he even took their live , but only if they got in his way. Truly he didn’t enjoy driving a bone into his own brother’s chest but it had to be done. Some may call him insane but he believes he’s more a liberator of sorts.

But the soon with him and the amalgamation on the loose the day would come that the underground would go empty. No life but Sans and The amalgamation. He didn’t waste even a second to make a plan of attack and ran ,with any energy he could muster, at the now 70ft tall beast and fired at least fifty blasters at it blowing a whole though the chest. Being only 6ft himself the creature was ginormous but that didn’t stop the smaller skeleton from beating the ever loving crap out of the creature reducing it to small pieces of goop that screamed in a fearful voice for mercy. Sans recognised the mixture of his friends voice behind the distortion but that didn’t stop him from blasting the last remaining specks into non existent. He had finally done it. He liberated his people. But it was at the cost of all their lives.

He was alone. In an empty world with no other person to talk to. He was alone before but this was different. It was eerie. It was silent. He felt any of his sanity slip away years ago and this silence didn’t do him any favours. He was alone… until a small child appeared. They had hollow eyes and were purely grey. It was like looking into tv static. They came with the promise of a new life. New friends. A new home. An offer one that had been alone for so long couldn’t refuse. So he followed her through a grey door into a new plain of existence, prepared for anything. But not thousands of other versions of him and his “friends”. It was a painful sight to look at an alternate version of his brother. The one he had dusted with his own hands. He wanted to leave but a tug on his jacket made him freeze. The child offered him a deal. He would help them bring in new inhabitants for what they called the “Omega timeline” for exchange for a new life. In truth he wanted a new life since he had destroyed his old one. So he agreed. Not knowing what he had just got himself into.

[hajiisonline]

She Screams

This story contains scenes that may depict, mention, or discuss assault, blood, cannibalism, child abuse, death, misogyny, physical abuse, rape, sexual assault.

A story I revised for my creative writing course. Heed the trigger warnings please!

Kismet remembered waking up before starting her day off, putting her bread in the toaster, and scrambling eggs. At her age, she wanted to be free. She tried to escape — or more like, to depart from the period of her life that troubled her.

To confront her father and move on from her pain.

That man now sits in front of her, old, unable to chase after her if she runs.

All he had left was his bark, like an old Pit Bull.

“Go to hell,” Kismet says, with a sip of her coffee.

The older, gray-haired man’s gaze snaps at her before quickly raising his cane and striking her face. The force causes her to bite down, tasting her blood as it pools into her mouth. The plate she holds full of streaming hot grits, sausage links, and sunny-side-up eggs, clatters to the floor.

Perhaps due to his anger, the aging man doesn’t take heed of the mess made.

��What did you say to me?”

She sucks her teeth.

“You heard me. Go to hell. I’m not going to be further docile. I have my life to live, which doesn’t involve you or this damn house.”

She decided long ago that anything was better than her own inferno, no matter where she ended up.

A cold grimace filled her father’s face as her confession poured from her like a faucet — he calmly questions,

“Skipping out on me just like your mother did, huh? What’s out there for you? A girl who ain’t got no skills? Huh? What are you gon’ find?”

Kismet’s dark eyes bore back the shell of a man in front of her at the dinner table.

It was a wonder why she spent thirty years afraid of him. Cowered at his feet, made herself smaller to satisfy his ego. Hid from home under beds, closets, and crawl spaces. Crying out for mercy as he stripped her bare, forcing her to recite bible verse.  The creeping feelings of her hands touching her while telling her she was born from a demon.

“Anything. The key is freedom.” she retorts, casually sipping her black coffee.

“Freedom? Ha. I didn’t raise you with nonsense in your mind.” Her father continues, glaring up at her with bloodshot hazel eyes.

“How exactly did you raise me? To be afraid of everything, including my father? You ’raised’ me just as you intended. Full of fear and contempt.”

“Now, that’s enough, Kismet.”

The young woman laughs, although humor is absent in her titter.

“Hold on now, this man’s got too much in his cup. Too much dip on his chip! Startin’ to sound like he’s had enough for the morning! Reginald Friday. Pastor Friday. What? Do you not like to hear the truth? The gospel? Do you think you’re some sort of God immune to criticism? Shit, you give one negro power, and he goes apeshit. What are you, really? A fool with a suit and bible? A pervert with a cross?”

“I--”

“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR YOUR BULLSHIT!”

An agonizing scream became the only sound she heard. Hot, black coffee drips onto her father’s face seeping into the chestnut floor. He hoots and hollers like a damned soul being torched and violated for all eternity.

While his cries sufficed for the moment, she wasn’t satisfied yet.

“Yes, I do know, Reginald. I had a devil for my father. I was never a compliant child, Reginald Friday! I remember that day very well; I begged and pleaded with that social worker to take me away and save me. Yet, she thought that a pastor, a ‘respectable member of the community’ couldn’t have done something so heinous — she turned her back on me without report. ‘That girl must be lying. She should be grateful Pastor Friday took her in after her mother ran away.’ Everyone the following Sunday thought I was some freakshow sitting in the church. I was a teenage girl trying to tarnish your reputation. Instead, you ruined my life.”

“Kismet baby stops, stop — I love you!”

“That cruel, sadistic love? Ion want nothing of it! NOTHING! STOP LYING TO ME! YA HEAR? YOU LOVE ME? DADDY, YOU WANT TO SEE ME SUFFER! ALL YOU DO IS HURT ME BECAUSE YOU LOVE MY PAIN! I DESPISE YOU DOWN WITH THE BLOOD IN YOUR VEINS AND MARROW IN YOUR BONES!”

Through her tears, Kismet screams the feelings she’s had for so many years. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted to see him, see him feeling her pain. Her eyes dart until she spots a large, imposing knife in the block. It was perfect, intimidating. Her palm itches for it, and when she receives it, it feels euphoric to have it in her hands. With the blade thrust, it slowly sinks in as she stares into her father’s agape, spooked eyes. Silence fills the room. Her cries died down.

There seems to be an almost suffocating stillness.

Her father stares at her with glassy eyes, opening his mouth.

“Do you have somethin’ to say to me, Daddy?”

The older man gargles blood in response, gasping for breath. She plunges the knife further, holding his gaze once more.

“When you beat me, and I tasted blood for the first time, I looked as terrified as you are right now.” Kismet muses.

“When you violated me under the full moon when I screamed for you to stop. Did you not ignore my cries?”

At the sight of the blood, her eyes grow wide in excitement.

What rises from her belly is a tormenting scream. An animalistic howl. One that ripples through her throat, out her bloodied mouth.

What she feels isn’t regret — no, she feels the encouragement to feast on the bastard before her. To tear him apart, to use him to feed her newfound urge. She yanks and chews, relishing the taste of warm flesh and thick blood rushing down her throat.

Her heart pounds as she claws at his face, disfiguring it. Recognition is lost, and only a mound of flesh and blood remains.

The taste of the rust fills her senses as she smiles with glee.

Then, fear kicks in. The weight of her actions brings Kismet to her knees.

He was gone, but now, his blood was painted all over her.

His body was ravaged as if a wild beast had its way with his worthless corpse.

No, not a wild beast, but the one who feasted on him with enthusiasm was her. The smell of dirty crimson fills the air and makes her belly turn weak. She falls to her knees, her deep dark. Perhaps pride?

Was it pride, knowing she killed the man who tormented her for so long?

Furthermore, wasn’t he at fault for his death?

She tried to leave — he resisted her wishes, so he died.

Simple as that.

Staring at his corpse for a minute, her eyes lock with his glossy, lifeless ones. Then, without a second thought, she spits at his body. The dribble landing dead center on his forehead, running down his eyes and cheek.

Kismet quietly walks to her bedroom and collapses to the floor, bloody and ridden with adrenaline.

Finally, what she had gone through, the man that taught her what evil is gone.

Now, she had a dead man and a lot of blood to take off.

And a fire was the thing that would do it.

Making her way from the bloody mess in the bedroom, one she stayed in since childhood. She walks down the stairs, to the home’s garage, spotting the spare gas canister on the shelf. The woman packed her luggage the night before, it nestled in the trunk of her car.

Circling back to where the morning began, she stood in the kitchen, dousing it with gasoline. She made her way home, up and down the stairs. Through the bedrooms and halls.

All the back down to the front porch, down the steps.

The matches in her pockets felt heavy as if she held the earth inside her calloused palms. Slowly, she takes a matchstick, drawing a small flame. Kismet torches the wet step, watching soon as the home catches ablaze in a somber inferno.

The amber flames danced through her eyes as they spread.

[angelic-ish-phantom]

Staff

Danny leaned on Sam’s shoulder, hiding his face in her neck as he dozed.

They were in the cafeteria, and Danny understood that he probably wasn’t helping quell the rumor that they were dating.

Tucker, sat on his other side, chattering to them as he absentmindedly fiddled with his PDA, one hand in Danny’s.

He knew he’d been clingy lately, but the fact his friends didn’t mind the affection made him feel a lot better about it.

(Ghosts didn’t have friends.)

Danny shuddered at the memory of red that flit through his vision.

That had thankfully been happening less. It didn’t seem to be anything he could actively prevent, so he was just doing his best to move on, to forget the orders that had played on loop in his head for days.

He was currently more focused on stopping the involuntary flinches, and the three days of sleep he’d missed.

Thankfully, he didn’t need as much sleep due to his ghost half, but he still had to keep up with the ghost attacks that had happened at night since so catching up on sleep was not the most straightforward task. He’d been trying to catch naps between classes, which helped him pay more attention during them, but he really wished he could just take a day off from school and defending Amity Park to rest.

Sam and Tucker had already suggested he do exactly that, but he’d already missed a whole two days of school that week. He could wait a until the weekend. Even if he felt terrible.

He was lucky the school hadn’t reported his absences to his parents. Or his parents had missed those calls; that was probably the more likely option.

They’d been more wrapped up in their work lately, which was fair considering there had been an entire circus (stopthinkingaboutit stopthinkingaboutit-) of ghosts in Amity. They’d been a lot better about not obsessing that badly since the portal started working, but they still had their moments.

Moments that could lead to his absence not being noticed. Danny had a curfew and he tended to adhere to it, but his parents seldom caught him breaking it, considering more often than not if he was staying out that late, he wasn’t coming home that day. And if they didn’t hear him come back, his parents tended to think he was in his room. Or at least somewhere in the house.

This worked in his favor when he left to fight ghosts while they were busy; he could just faze in and out of his room. The system worked. The whole Freakshow incident had made him start to wonder how okay it was they didn’t always notice when he disappeared…

But, like all things related to that incident Danny was doing his damndest not to think about it!

Jazz tended to notice if he was out of the house though. Almost always. It was annoying.

Or it had been… Lately she’d been noticing a lot less. When he’d gone back home after he and the other ghosts had been freed from the staff (youareaghostyouhavenofriendsobeyobeyobey-), despite really wanting to stay with Sam until he could get the red tinged image of her falling to her death out of his mind, Jazz had looked at him concerned, but knowing. She had told him to tell her if he was going to spend the night at his friends’. This meant he didn’t have to make up an excuse, but it was out of character for her to just write off him being gone for so long…

Point was: his parents didn’t notice, his sister hadn’t realized, and his school didn’t ask! So he was fine to just pretend nothing had happened.

The flinching on the other hand… Danny had been walking a fine line of trying to keep from cowering whenever someone came too close, and trying not think about why that impulse had grown in the first place.

It was shaping up to be a general rule for everything that had happened in that place: just don’t think about it.

So Danny tried to focus on his friends, the light drone of their voices, on the fact they were there and that was enough to make his core thrum pleasantly beneath his skin.

In this sleepy state, he almost wished he could be closer to them. Before everything, he might have thought overshadowing would achieve that. Now though…

The thought of overshadowing anyone, of controlling them, sounded depraved. He wouldn’t, never again.

It was a ridiculous thought; he knew that logically. Overshadowing was different. It was taking a persons consciousness and

pushing it down, gently locking them away in a comfortable little box as you puppeteer a body. They’d have no memory of the event at all.

(There was no slimy red guiding your thoughts and clouding your head with pain. No crimson fire behind crystal, biting into your eyes, your skin, your very core.)

The overshadowed persons mind wasn't

even touched during the process.

Unless you counted the foreign

muscle memory the ghost would have, or the fleeting thoughts left behind like an echo for the overshadowed party to pick up on when their body was their own again.

It was supposed to be like being asleep.

(Danny had been painfully, horribly awake while under the staff's control.)

The bell rang, startling Danny out of his own head as he blinking blearily. Sam shrugged, trying to shake him awake, and Tucker moved away.

Danny sighed as he complied, mourning that quiet moment. (It was the closest thing to contentment he could get with the resonance of red still in his head.)

Danny got up, looking at his friends a smile came almost easily. And he tried not to think about it.